Chapter 697: White Death makes his debut
Max slowly looked around, his senses immediately kicking into high alert as his Three Dimensional Body allowed him to absorb every detail of his surroundings at once. He had been transported to what could only be described as a frosty, desolate world—one where the very air crackled with icy energy.
Everything around him shimmered in pale shades of blue and white. The jagged mountains in the distance were glazed with thick sheets of frost, the ground beneath his feet was slick with a thin layer of frozen mist, and even the air itself carried a biting chill that clawed at his skin.
It was a frozen battlefield where even the silence seemed sharp. Across from him stood his opponent—a man who, at first glance, appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. But it was the grotesque detail of his face that made Max narrow his eyes.
The entire right side of the man’s face was encased in thick, translucent ice, as if it had permanently fused to his skin, distorting his features into something monstrous. The frozen flesh glinted in the frosty light, making him look like a ghostly figure born from winter itself.
Roger Hale—this was the infamous frost-region warlord Max was up against. The man stared at him for a moment, then sneered in clear disgust. "A kid... in the 1st level of Master Rank? Are you kidding me?" he scoffed, his voice echoing off the icy walls of the realm. His face twisted further, equal parts annoyance and mockery.
"What kind of sick joke is this? Either you’re some green rookie entering the Battle Realm for the first time, or another arrogant brat who thinks a bit of talent makes him invincible." He spat to the side, clearly cursing his luck.
To him, Max wasn’t worth the effort, wasn’t worthy of even raising his hand. And that kind of underestimation... made Max’s eyes flicker with a dangerous glint beneath his mask.
"Kid, just having a cool name doesn’t make you strong," Roger said coldly, the disdain in his voice as sharp as the chill in the air.
As he spoke, his entire body began to emit a dense white smoke, not from heat, but from pure concentrated frost. It hissed and swirled around him like a blizzard coming to life. The ground beneath his feet cracked as layers of ice spread outward, and the already frigid world grew even colder.